Beam me up

Yesterday was my big testing day. I had an EEG and two CT scans. The results came in. As we had all expected, I do have the sexiest brain in all of the state. Unfortunately, due to the gobs of paste (think Elmer's Glue) needed to hold the electrodes to my scalp, my sexy brain and I looked like a freakshow when I left the EEG to go for the CT scans.

The first CT scan was quick and disorientating. For the second one, they pulled me out to inject some kind of radioactive waste to make my veins glow. The nurse warned me that the waste (she called it "contrast") would make me feel like I was flat out peeing my pants. She said that when she went in for her contrast CT scan, it felt like someone was pouring warm water all over her nether-regions. When I came out from the second CT scan, she asked how bad it was. I didn't feel like I had peed myself, and began to question the sanity of pee-the-pants-nurse.

I won't know any results until I see the doc at some point next week. Then I have an appointment with the neurologist at the end of the month.

I know you're asking: "What else could make your week more exciting, Sarah?"

Thanks for asking; I'll tell you too! Tonight I have an appointment to do my (drumroll, please...) Taxes! Tomorrow (more drumrolls.....) an appointment to fill my cavities! Saa-weeet! If only I could round the week off with a good ol' colonoscopy, I'd be set. Pass the wine.